Fic: Lights
Title: Lights
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Auron & teenage Tidus
Rating: Safe
Spoilers: Some... maybe
For: 60_minute_fics
Notes: Because I take myself far to seriously sometimes...
Trigger 3 - Grand theft Opening...
Let’s steal stuff!
Take the opening line from another book and use it to open your piece of fiction.
Demon Thief - Darren Shan
“People think I’m crazy because I see lights. I’ve seen them all my life. Strange, multicoloured patches of light swirling through the air.”
~~~
People think I’m crazy because I see lights. I’ve seen them all my life. Strange, multicoloured patches of light swirling through the air.
I’ve been seeing more of them since he came here.
There were times, when he was asleep, when he didn’t know that I used to stand and watch the lights dance around him. It’s beautiful and oddly haunting, a dance that you just can’t tear yourself away from.
I was younger then, not much older than seven and too scared to ask about them.
He caught me watching once and now he locks his door while he sleeps.
I stir my cereal and slump onto one arm, disinterested in eating.
I had forgotten about the lights for years, but I had this dream last night, about my dad. He was running from something, or towards something, I’m not sure, but he was screaming. He had almost reached me when he dissolved into a bundle of lights. I watched as they streamed away into the darkness.
I woke up with a strange feeling in my stomach, and then I remembered where I had seen those lights before.
He’s walking around the kitchen; he’s become a master in the skilful art of coffee making, although it still looks like he could use some lessons with a razor. I’m lucky I haven’t hit that stage yet; both of us walking around with permanent five o’clock shadows would be too much.
“Hey Auron…”
“Hmm?”
“I wanted to talk to you about something.”
There is a long pause as he pours the coffee from kettle to mug; he takes it black without sugar.
He avoids looking directly at me as he stirs nothing into his drink.
Last time we’d had a chat like this was a year ago, so I don’t blame him for being uneasy. It resulted in some rather rushed sentences, far too much detail, awkward coughing, red faces and a textbook I’d much rather forget. The subject has never come up again.
“It’s nothing like last time.” I add quickly, spooning a lump of moist cereal into my mouth. “It’s about something else.”
He stares at me for a second before taking the seat opposite, raising the hot coffee to his lips. I recognise this indifference as a signal to continue.
“I wanted to ask you about the lights.”
He coughs into his drink and I try not to laugh as coffee spills down his chin. He composes himself quickly and tries to look disinterested as he wipes it away.
“What lights?”
“I had a dream, about my old man. He turned into these lights and…”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t ridiculous!” I accidentally squeak.
Auron raises an eyebrow in amusement. Damn puberty. “Anyway” I continue, being sure to drop my voice to a lower tone. “I remember something from when I was little. I’ve seen these lights before.”
I notice the muscles in Auron’s jaw tense.
“Go on…” he says tightly.
I pick my next words carefully.
“Well when I was younger, I used to see them too. Coming out of…”
“You were seeing things.”
“I wasn’t, I’m sure of it.”
He places down the mug and fixes me with a hard stare.
I try to look unbothered, but that glare has never failed to unnerve me and he knows it.
He sighs and slouches back slightly in his seat.
“You were a weird kid; kept saying you saw all sorts of strange things after you father disappeared. I thought you’d stopped being weird. Guess I was wrong.” He stands turning his back to me and rinses the empty mug in the sink.
“Hey I’m not weird!” my voice breaks again and I curse quietly.
“You are weird, why else would you be making noises like that on purpose?”
“It’s not on purpose!” I flush shoving my cereal away. “I can’t help it!”
“You sound like a girl.” He chuckles gruffly.
I push my chair back and grab my bag, flinging it irately over my shoulder.
“Fine!” I shout in the manliest voice I can muster and shove the door open.
“I hope you choke on your coffee.” I blurt storming out and allowing the door to close with a slam.
I’m halfway to school before I realise that he’s avoided the question.
Fandom: Final Fantasy X
Characters: Auron & teenage Tidus
Rating: Safe
Spoilers: Some... maybe
For: 60_minute_fics
Notes: Because I take myself far to seriously sometimes...
Trigger 3 - Grand theft Opening...
Let’s steal stuff!
Take the opening line from another book and use it to open your piece of fiction.
Demon Thief - Darren Shan
“People think I’m crazy because I see lights. I’ve seen them all my life. Strange, multicoloured patches of light swirling through the air.”
~~~
People think I’m crazy because I see lights. I’ve seen them all my life. Strange, multicoloured patches of light swirling through the air.
I’ve been seeing more of them since he came here.
There were times, when he was asleep, when he didn’t know that I used to stand and watch the lights dance around him. It’s beautiful and oddly haunting, a dance that you just can’t tear yourself away from.
I was younger then, not much older than seven and too scared to ask about them.
He caught me watching once and now he locks his door while he sleeps.
I stir my cereal and slump onto one arm, disinterested in eating.
I had forgotten about the lights for years, but I had this dream last night, about my dad. He was running from something, or towards something, I’m not sure, but he was screaming. He had almost reached me when he dissolved into a bundle of lights. I watched as they streamed away into the darkness.
I woke up with a strange feeling in my stomach, and then I remembered where I had seen those lights before.
He’s walking around the kitchen; he’s become a master in the skilful art of coffee making, although it still looks like he could use some lessons with a razor. I’m lucky I haven’t hit that stage yet; both of us walking around with permanent five o’clock shadows would be too much.
“Hey Auron…”
“Hmm?”
“I wanted to talk to you about something.”
There is a long pause as he pours the coffee from kettle to mug; he takes it black without sugar.
He avoids looking directly at me as he stirs nothing into his drink.
Last time we’d had a chat like this was a year ago, so I don’t blame him for being uneasy. It resulted in some rather rushed sentences, far too much detail, awkward coughing, red faces and a textbook I’d much rather forget. The subject has never come up again.
“It’s nothing like last time.” I add quickly, spooning a lump of moist cereal into my mouth. “It’s about something else.”
He stares at me for a second before taking the seat opposite, raising the hot coffee to his lips. I recognise this indifference as a signal to continue.
“I wanted to ask you about the lights.”
He coughs into his drink and I try not to laugh as coffee spills down his chin. He composes himself quickly and tries to look disinterested as he wipes it away.
“What lights?”
“I had a dream, about my old man. He turned into these lights and…”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“I didn’t say it wasn’t ridiculous!” I accidentally squeak.
Auron raises an eyebrow in amusement. Damn puberty. “Anyway” I continue, being sure to drop my voice to a lower tone. “I remember something from when I was little. I’ve seen these lights before.”
I notice the muscles in Auron’s jaw tense.
“Go on…” he says tightly.
I pick my next words carefully.
“Well when I was younger, I used to see them too. Coming out of…”
“You were seeing things.”
“I wasn’t, I’m sure of it.”
He places down the mug and fixes me with a hard stare.
I try to look unbothered, but that glare has never failed to unnerve me and he knows it.
He sighs and slouches back slightly in his seat.
“You were a weird kid; kept saying you saw all sorts of strange things after you father disappeared. I thought you’d stopped being weird. Guess I was wrong.” He stands turning his back to me and rinses the empty mug in the sink.
“Hey I’m not weird!” my voice breaks again and I curse quietly.
“You are weird, why else would you be making noises like that on purpose?”
“It’s not on purpose!” I flush shoving my cereal away. “I can’t help it!”
“You sound like a girl.” He chuckles gruffly.
I push my chair back and grab my bag, flinging it irately over my shoulder.
“Fine!” I shout in the manliest voice I can muster and shove the door open.
“I hope you choke on your coffee.” I blurt storming out and allowing the door to close with a slam.
I’m halfway to school before I realise that he’s avoided the question.